Like the Silent Echo of a Song
Heard only in our heart
As dawn brings light to London’s April skies,
I listen to the cries of seagulls
playing above the swirling river,
while somewhere deep inside me,
a subtle knowing like a silent whisper,
a conscious silence,
my only guidance in this world,
a silence woven through me
and written into who I am,
brings me sudden realizations
in sync with something universal
always hidden from my eyes,
an eternal poetry of silence
bringing meaning to my soul.
Like the silent echo of a song
heard only in my heart,
the eternal is somehow present
inside every moment,
a universal conscious soul
beneath the surface of the everyday
weaving intelligence through life,
through all the wildflower meadows
and the hum of bees in country gardens,
bringing birdsong to the world
and beauty to the shape of flowers,
gifting me those moments
that lift me into sudden realization,
like when I gaze at stars
across the endless sky
and get a sense of something
almost inexpressible
bringing insight to my life,
while every moment passes
like a shadow in the wind.
And when all the light
borrowed by my life
returns into the timeless,
and I say goodbye to everyone I loved
and had to leave behind,
to all I knew and didn’t know,
and all those times
I thought would never end,
perhaps I’ll realize
we all bring something to this world
that only we could bring,
a gift from the unseen
that only we could give,
a gift given to the world
that brings meaning to our days,
and weaves itself all through
the light becoming life
always and for ever,
as every moment fades to memory
like rain dissolving into mist
above an endless ocean.
Paul Mulliner 2025
I’m a writer and designer living in London. I write about the fleeting experiences of life, intuition, silence, consciousness …
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